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//I'm sick but will hopefully be well enough to post soon.

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"I think you already know the fallacy in that line of thinking, unless, perhaps, you're losing your touch. Such a shame. You more than anyone know how great you were, how great you could be."

Her eyes took in his smile, but the expression on her face remained devoid of annoyance, of frustration, of doubt. Instead, she almost appeared to gain confidence and composure, as if the conversation provided for her rather than took away. The fly circled every closer to the mouth of the trap, plant poised to snap its jaws closed around him at any moment.

"Nothing follows such rigid absolutes—"

"—I don't need to stop you, but you do need perfection."

@umbrellasrising sent: 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔩𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔣𝔦𝔵 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔦𝔰𝔫’𝔱 𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔣𝔢𝔠𝔱.

               ˜”*°•.     Was  it  a  delusion  if  it  was  actually  true  ?  He’d  seen  broken ;  broken  timelines,  broken  worlds,  broken  lives .  He’d  seen  Apocalypses  making  whole  universes  collapse .  He’d  seen  death ,  he’d  seen  blood,  he’d  seen  nothingness .  And  he’d  stopped  it .  Maybe  not  permanently,  maybe  not  as  effectively  as   he’d  wanted,  but  he’d  done  something .  Who  was  to  say   he  couldn’t  do  it  again ?  ❝ And  you  seem  to  live  under  the  delusion  you  can  actually  stop  me . ❞  Words  echoed  rather  sarcastic  -  a  smile  full  of  meaning  tossed  the  other’s  way .  ❝ So ,   which  one  is  worse ?  ❞ 

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Concerned Sentences, Vol. 6

(Concerned sentences from various sources. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"You’re miserable, and you’re afraid to face yourself!"

"I had to do what I thought was right."

"I think you should confess. I think you should come clean."

"Like it or not, you are a person."

"We know too much about each other."

"I've seen this before, and it only ends one way."

"Whatever this is, it won't end how you think."

"You live under the delusion that you can fix everything that isn’t perfect."

"What makes you think I’m so much better than you?"

"You hide behind your intelligence."

"You can't keep letting other people define you!"

"Why are you so worked up over this?"

"What exactly are you looking for?"

"I don't mean to pry, but is something troubling you?"

"You're going to die pretty soon if you don't stop picking fights."

"Listen to me, you can't keep going like this. Something has to change."

"Are you thinking of doing something that has an outcome you can't live with?"

"Why do you want so badly not to be human?"

"You've got a big 'keep out' sign stapled on your forehead."

"Doesn't this seem a little bit obsessive?"

"I know you don't like questions, but why are you doing this?"

"If you would consider going to a shrink, I would pay for it myself."

"You always find some tiny, little flaw to push people away."

"I've known you long enough to know you're not devoid of emotion."

"Guilt does a lot of damage."

"What happened to your face?"

"Don't do anything rash."

"I have to tell you some news that's pretty bad..."

"Can I ask what he's done to deserve your loyalty?"

"You're better than this."

"You're not responsible for your brother."

"You don't want to rush into things. You can't undo them later."

"You're destroying your entire life! You can't go back from this!"

"You choose yourself over everybody else over and over again, because that's just who you are."

"Why are you doing this?"

"You don't think that's a little paranoid?"

"Why don't you sleep on it and make the decision in the morning?"

"Can you please be a human being for one minute and talk to me?"

"I know you have trouble losing people."

"You're not ready for this."

"You make jokes because you’re afraid to take anything seriously - because if you take things seriously, they matter."

"You've done this before, right?"

"You're good, I know you are, but you're not strong enough."

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Luther had sat beside her for several hours, overnight in fact, before leaving to locate food. It was just like her to wake up during his mere twenty minutes away. Granted, it may have been for the best not to see his face first when she woke; they hadn't seen each other in months. Well, they hadn't if she was actually Charlie.

His heart pounded in his chest. She definitely looked like Charlie. He couldn't even remember what name she'd been using, just that he'd seen her picture in a newspaper. Jack tracked her down for him.

Oh, god. What if this was her birth mother or something? But he'd already stepped through the door into the hospital room, so Luther couldn't just leave now. No, it had to be her. It had to be.

The various snacks he'd just gathered slid from his hands onto the tray beside her: licorice, fruits, chips, little sandwiches.

"—okay. Don't freak out." To her? To himself?

OPEN STARTER // HOSPITAL // CHARLIE HARGREEVES

The events were a jumbled mess within the Adaptor's mind. Charlie didn't really remember much apart from the sound of gunshots and someone calling for her. Then everything had gone black.

The first thing she hears is the bleeping of the hospital equipment as she awakens. Groggily she tries to wake up, pushing herself up to no success. Sharp pain forces her back down. Pulling the covers up, she spots the familiarity of a hospital gown and feels bandaging on her abdomen. "Shit.." she manages to speak. Letting the covers drop again.

How long had she been out? What had happened? Well maybe the other now entering through the door would have some answers for her.

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This wasn’t the first time Ben occupied an empty visitor’s chair in the hospital. His brother wasn’t a stranger here; in fact, a majority of the staff new him by name. This time, however, Klaus needed more than a once over after a hit of naloxone in the ambulance on the way. The overdose successfully ended the fight he’d cornered himself in, but it hadn’t avoided a concussion. Klaus still hadn’t woken up, and it’d been two days. He tried not to think too hard about what might happen should Klaus pass away, but every time it felt too close for comfort, he couldn’t help but wonder. Would he see Klaus? Would his brother simply join him? Would there be a bright light? Should he go toward it this time? Would Ben just disappear?

It was on the third day that motion at the door pulled his gaze away from the television screen whose remote remained bedside. He couldn’t change the channel himself, so anyone was a welcome distraction. Only, when he saw who it was, his eyebrows scrunched together in surprise.

“...Vanya?” Not that she would be able to hear him, of course, but he couldn’t help himself. Ben hadn’t seen her in years. He frowned, turning to their unconscious sibling, “Klaus.” Nothing. “Come on, Klaus.” He didn’t want her to leave, but even when Klaus didn’t wake up, she didn’t go. She stayed, and over the next few days, Ben enjoyed listening to her talk to their brother, until the tenth day, when he finally woke up.

@thewhiteviolinblog​​

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Shatter Me || Open T.U.A post, {Siblings Only}

    Vanya had been doing well since coming home from Dallas, from making the jump back to the right time, but deep inside, she knew she was a ticking time bomb.  It was only a matter of time before she put herself or her family, or both at risk.  She couldn’t let them suffer because of inability to control her powers.  She knew a way how.  She knew what she needed to do.  She had to put herself back under her medicine, until she could research more on it, until she could learn to control it.  It was a risk for her to be out in the open.

    She returned to her apartment in the city, her hands fumbled with the keys as she opened the door.  Stepping inside, she found herself surrounded with her old belongings.  Nothing here seemed important anymore.  Except across the room sat her violin.  She looked at it, moving to run her fingers over the strings.  Slipping her hand into the pocket on her case, she pulled out the bottle of pills.  Her heart raced at the thoughts of what she was about to do.

      “I’m sorry.. I’m not one of you…” 

     Her hands opened the bottle and she pulled out some of them, her hands shook.  She was going to go back to just being normal, plain Vanya.  Nothing extraordinary.  Just Vanya Hargreeves, the musician.. the girl who was nothing more than a pawn in a cruel game.  The Author..  She slowly brought her hand to her lips, the pill had just hit her lips when there was a sound behind her, causing her to turn around, closed pill bottle in one hand, the other on her lips.

The world crashed loudly around him with every step, but still felt somehow devoid of sound. Klaus knew why, but he actively avoided dwelling on it in any respect. The vividness came from a pointed lack of substances, which not only gave him better clarity but also littered his path, his sight, his senses with the dead. Granted, if he ignored them, they often stayed put. Their interest only aggressively swelled when they realized he could interact, the spirits evidently attracted to life as if a moth to flame. This was not the way the brunet wanted to be attractive. Klaus developed a fistful of quasi-reliable mechanisms for this inescapable background anxiety by now, but in truth it was more the silence in the wake of their brother’s passing that still knocked him off his feet now and again. 

Days folded into each other, and he would slip back down in this familiarly awful yet overwhelmingly comfortable spiral. Except now, he would reach out. While standing on his toes at the top of the staircase looking down, he would often at least try to lean back against his siblings rather than lean forward and fall. Oh, but how terribly he sometimes wanted to fall. Unfortunately, he already leaned forward, but he’d come to his sister’s apartment in hopes of leaning back again.

Instead, he found himself staring open-mouthed at someone about to topple down the spiral staircase ahead of him. Their eyes met, and everything about his stance softened. His hand reached out to settle on her shoulder, though this in part served to steady himself. Klaus rubbed gently, tone soft yet breath scented with something strong, “Vanya, only one sibling per family gets to—” His voice broke pace suddenly, lilting as if amused while his eyebrows raised and free hand flourished loosely in the air, “—have all the fun.” 

His fingers moved slowly from her shoulder to her mouth, casually plucking the pill from her fingers and off her lips to pop it in his own mouth, “Alright?”